Level Up in Martial World

Chapter 216: Ancestor: Lu Ming

And even the mutated Plant Qi, at that, which could typically only be gained by first-stage martial realm.

However, even after Lu Zhen stared at it for a long time, the percentage just didn't move any further.

"System, how long will this take?"

"It should be around a day, host."

The cold metallic voice rang in Lu Zhen's ears as he nodded his head.

"I guess I can wait. I have waited long enough already. It shouldn't be a problem to wait more, right?" Lu Zhen thought as he moved on, focusing on the skill section of his status.

[Skills]

[BATTLE INSTINCT: LEVEL 3

DEVOUR: LEVEL 3

Appraisal eye: level 6

Saber mastery: level 8

Adaptability: level 8

Aura control: level 7

Meditation: level 2

Dual cultivation: level 3

Alchemy: level 2

Bow mastery: level 2

Sword mastery: level 4

Qian mastery: level 4

Staff master: level 3

Chain mastery: level 4]

Instantly, all the skills were displayed in front of him in a neat row.

"Hmm…" Lu Zhen nodded his head with a satisfied expression on his face, seeing that all his skills were already highly leveled.

Countless thoughts formed in his head as he planned his strategy. The most helpful for most of his fights was Qian Master, aka spear mastery. It had a piercing principle that he could apply even with his bare arms, proving very effective in penetrating the force field of second-stage martial artists. However, it became entirely useless against first-stage martial artists.

From Lu Zhen's experience, the saber and the sword were the best weapons against the envoy. All the other mastery skills were nearly useless against a first-stage martial artist as they lacked sufficient power.

While he was at it, his consciousness dove deep into his bloodline as he checked his bloodline.

The greenish cloth of blood was in very low quantity, and it was multiplying at a rapid pace. Lu Zhen noticed some grey colour mixed in with the green blood, as if it was slowly drying out.

He frowned upon sensing this.

"My bloodline is drying out," he thought with some astonishment.

Although the demonic Qi cultivation technique that the elf gave Lu Zhen was a heaven-grade cultivation technique (whose grade he wasn't sure about), due to his lack of bloodline purity and him overdrawing his bloodline, its purity was being slowly exhausted to the point that the rate was visible to Lu Zhen.

"If I overuse it two more times, my bloodline might really dry out," Lu Zhen thought with some pity. However, he remained relatively calm, having gained a lot from the books he acquired in the mage base. Lu Zhen had "borrowed" the books for three years, recognizing the truth in the saying that knowledge is power.

He has learned a lot and understood some aspects of the mage era, including the extraction method to extract bloodline!

Although Lu Zhen's plan was feasible, he needed some demonic beasts, and that too with a pure bloodline, which posed its own set of challenges. After all demonic beast with pure bloodline was too powerful for current him.

Lu Zhen's nose twitched as a familiar scent of death assaulted his senses. He looked up at the site of the massacre, where the corpses of the Huang and Xia families littered the ground, with some casualties from the Lu family as well, though not as significant.

"Young master, madam, you have finally arrived. We have taken care of the remnants of the Huang family. Although some of the Xia family have escaped, we will be able to deal with them soon."

The grand elder bowed his head.

"Good," Lu Zhen nodded. "Mother, did you kill the grand elder and the patriarch of the Huang family?"

"Do you think they will be alive after inviting a walking calamity to try to kill my son?" Lu Ying domineeringly declared, wearing an arrogant expression.

Lu Zhen chuckled, appreciating his mother's formidable demeanor.

"Thank you, mother," he expressed his gratitude, looking up at the sky.

"I wonder how the battle is going up there?" Lu Zhen could already imagine the chaos that was unfolding in the clouds.

….

Cough! Cough!

Huang Shi vomited blood, her eyes wide in disbelief as she gazed at Lu Ming, who stood before her with a casual demeanour, his clothes untouched by the chaos around them.

Beside her lay the injured body of a man, his eyes vacant, filled with despair, and his unmoving form strangely floating in the sky.

"Just who are you?" Huang Shi questioned, her voice filled with disbelief.

"I am Lu Ming, who else?" Lu Ming replied with a smile, maintaining a gentle expression.

"There's no way that Lu Ming is that powerful, even if he breaks through the middle first-stage martial realm," Huang Shi exclaimed, her tone filled with doubt.

Lu Ming was left speechless by her reaction. "I am really Lu Ming, believe it or not. Do you have any last words you'd like to leave?" he asked, shaking his head.

"No... No, you can't be Lu Ming," Huang Shi muttered, scratching her head with an expression of disbelief, unable to comprehend what she was witnessing.

Without hesitation, she assumed her bloodline form and fled with Xia Kao's body. A sneer formed on Lu Ming's face as he observed her actions. "Do you really think you can escape me?" he taunted.

Lu Ming vanished from his position, reappearing in front of Huang Shi. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Weren't you just there? How could you be here so fast?"

Lu Ming's smile widened as he disappeared again. Huang Shi, frustrated, muttered, "Damn it, don't underestimate me, whatever you are," gritting her teeth in anger.

Her bloodline surged as she transformed, growing three heads and eight arms. Her body expanded, and her aura intensified to a terrifying degree.

Lu Ming, observing her transformation, remarked, "This will be troublesome." He then retrieved a seemingly ordinary golden sword from his back. As the weapon emerged, Huang Shi felt a chilling aura that made her hair stand on end.